Three Wiser Men

The three wiser men await the birth of a new child. 

I land up on the beaches of west coast; the sands are blowing hot and cold; moist and bold - I take a first whiff and remember my body and soul together. 
Take a seat and look at the beautiful ocean, calling with her clear calm gentle whistling soul stirring song. Never ending waves break on to the coast. The scenery of revelry has finally unmasked in my being. What I was to be; never ending water called forth by the beautiful moon. 

My dear friend and I unpack and let the formalities be, we meet our dear friend from another land and engage in beautiful convoluted conversations. We make the best of our time, we know that it will never come back. A realization so simple so easily forgotten otherwise. 

My vacation has taken grip in my mind; not that I ever mind it doing that any how. I freshen up and take a shower and we rent a vehicle to go meet our wiser guides. They have been somehow I suspect, waiting for acting hosts (unwilling or not). They havs,e been seeking our calling to fulfill. 

We ride in the blazing may heat of India, towards their home. Tucked in the rural setting, without a shadow of doubt the center of a firestorm, yet so simply decorated. We land up at their doors, uninvited and without anyone to welcome us in. 
A storm is on the loose - or so it seems; the sun is covered behind the clouds though its not less hotter, the colors have changed, the sky and mood has become one of inevitable surprise. 

Our friend Saada walks in, I can see him with a night light in his hands, he opens the door to his pretty home; colored every wall with different mellow colors, he leads us in and so graciously offers us water and rest. My two friends and I have found our oasis. Saada is japanese and a host at heart. He may not be in a mood to entertain but human heart is so clear. There is no doubt of the wisdom of its love. We sit and entertain ourselves in many ways; and as such saada starts to tell us about a little of what is in his heart tonight (or so many nights). 

We are always proving the nature of the bigger self, the being without par. Saada simply puts it as the god side. He has traveled from Nepal to Goa on bike. He has seen what has to be seen and now he knows the good side and god side of human beings. He tells us about this god side, where one is looking for beauty justice and reward in the name of god. This is his project; his religon and he prophetically calls it PEG project. Proving (perennially) the existence of a god. 
Saada wears a rudraksh around his neck and is dressed to run into wilderness. He is prepared for a warriors battle and he talks about the nature of man kind. 
I like to listen to him and so do my dear brothers. We sit around a round table and look at the scenery change so very often, waiting for saada's brothers to come about; and they do very soon. The project is under way. 

The three wiser men make us at home and invite the matted hair brother who talks less and speaks more. This is a parable of the mind; and soon my friends and I are frying indoors with no ventilation and of course with the power exuding from each one of us. The heat is incredible; we take a practical lesson and go outside towards the ancient waters to prove the existence of saada's theory

It is post evening twilight, and the moon has risen long time now, hid by the omniscient clouds the white light is pouring through the cracks of sky. The light is shining green and golden, fragments pouring inside the eye of mind; there is no way out of here. The sea is ominous. Its noise is subtle yet so power ridden that I fail to understand it completely. My friend and I are both mesmerized. We are sitting and meditating looking out and feeling a bit freer. The project to prove the existence of god is so much in depth that I do not know how describe it. 

We get a couple of beers and finally a long hard winding day comes to a so called halt. I will never forget the beauty of the sky in my life till my life ends. The power of a day and twilight night shown to me by the grace of three wiser men, and a fourth and fifth. These people were shining gods in disguise, they who could see what was not possible to see. 

I am still neck deep in the PEG project; all the time showing myself the beauty of the world and other world. And attributing it to a god or nature, to the unknown and the self. What a waste. Just to observe is enought? experiencing and letting the project taking its course without my active participation would be just fine too. I feel. And my heart over flows. I feel alive just this time. 

Peace 

Y

I am facing a real dilemma today as of forever to say; I cannot get you off my mind, my heart beats triumphantly (only for you). Lost my ego and my so called narcissistic domain; to see a glimpse of you. Whiff and praise your delight every waking hour. This would be my life's soul work so as to say.

Why are these moments of separation present, when love is forever overflowing in the cup filling blessed nectar.
I cannot look away. For even a single moment spent without attention, might lead your love astray (towards me).

Why muse, you have kept me in such wander? Thirsty and crumbling towards tears of sadness, when you sing, when you speak I mean to say; You fill the chambers of my heart with echoes which last this damned eternity (of leading a life away from togetherness)
Why you speak not and whisper tender any more in my ears, Is it that we are to be separated in this life/s tale? Shall we not find shelter together ? Even in the morose never ending depths of eternity?

Why has our life stayed apart, why does it not meander together as one river of love? Why does it flow towards the abyss in a frantic speed, away from the love that we all are be.
Why should you not look upon me, and curse me for writing these words down and not bleeding it from my heart. For that is the true expression of what happens as now, when you remain apart.

I cannot speak of the memories present in my mind, they sting me like a thousand scorpions; all at one time. What remains shall not be, as of what was could never be what is intended. What is must to be.
Why has love forsaken heart and left the realm all together. There are such truths to be breathed in, through you. Tenderness par excellence, yet all I feel is darkness our mother taking over, not intruding on the malady fast spreading afar.

I look at temples of ruin and brokers in tall towers living fast; I know you are there somewhere in between perhaps; forgetting our time spent in this life. I feel a bit saddened and then follow my routine of blessing whatever is good to be. What that there is; shouldn't have been.

Why does love break apart, for it always almost feels to not conform to the sense which we are. My heart weeps every day and every night for my lover, and this pain which should not have been. It is the existential routine; that whatever is borne; bears misery; borne's life and death and the love lost all too soon and compartmentalizes into a fading memory.

I want out, I cry out; without my beloved Tara  lover of life - there is no use. When there is dismay; who shall evoke to make it out of context if not you; without my beloved all I ask is why to the questions of no use.
Why must there be this self, which lives away in reality or dream away from the lover of life and death. If this life is worth something, this time and pain. I would swear it is for love, not the one's which we have already felt. But the kind which we have blocked out for eternity. Open heart, break it, wander you fools. You have not understood what true love is, unless you verily drown in the love for the muse. (of Namaciva)

Peace

How Else Can I Say?

 

The waters are kind of silent. Maybe the prelude to a mind changing storm. I hug my sanity good bye. Let us float on ancient nile. Dancing wild like heathens and making a night under the stars a final chance.

Everyone is so weary, yet so calm. Around me or my body. Wrapped up tight, the beautiful ravine stares back blank like all of our select eyes.

Shakes violent like the mighty eagle or vulture of our creators/our gods flights into the unknown night might have taken over, maybe like our ancient river is giving (a)way, to the underground race once more. The lightning fast silent warriors of snakes and the like. Those who haunt us from the sky and deep water. Stuck on this planet and the seven planes which exist all together, all at one fucking time. The group is shaking in silent vibration.

The night is vast. Stalking my shadow and I. A mockery and foolish attempt to describe something worthwhile. How my mind and my well of a heart cry.

Make it worth your while. Listening; the ravine blows over and the river tides. I am broken; and my lovers who sit silent with me are as well dismayed. The birth of change never changes? ( Our hearts have given way, in the love of all such things)

The possibility of embracing sanity and insanity gives away and the earth trembles open. The core is present alive, and yes the ones underground have taken our place. This is the natural evolution of things and experiences that is said, The earth a model unit of the experience of life in this age/yuga. Snakes and the vast alien dimensions ripping over our carcasses, our energy devoured by the meagre sustaining and replenishing universe.

I salute to the sun and bow down to the earth, giving away my external instances. It is after all about being genuine in the scheme of things. Whatever makes you shine and glow. My entire group feels the same way as we watch the dark night come alive maybe forever in our heads and hearts. We all climb tall to the stance, giving away all attachments; feeling our hearts pound as one. I have felt this way once before.

When was the last time, it beat. For a non tangible cause. When did it beat last for your self to be over whelmed. I do not know for myself. But I verily cry every time I feel the depths and pangs of the infinite heart take over for the beloved. Tara be blessed. Tara be praised. When the divine mother takes everything from us, shall she bless us with everything. Inside the ravine is our minds. Now almost gone, we see every time over like a reset button till we know what is to happen at the advent of our birth. OF course our deaths.

Tango and embrace; break off and part ways. Life is dichotomous with a nasty sense of humour. Welcome the way with a kiss.

Beating bravely, it stands tall, like my dark shaman group and I , all giving away our externals All embraced the internal call of the divine. How else can I say?

Peace

<Mind> Having A Mind of Its Own

 

Succinct intelligence drives forth at the very heart of the beating breathing organism. It is already pre-defined or pre-ordained. Why is time linear in one way ( A Vector?). Why does it seem that the mind has a mind of its own and we are nowhere in the plan.

This intelligence is programmed, to achieve a particular state. Always evolving without a real end, but always a utopia present to drive it forth in evolution every single moment of the day.

We can look at the moment here and now; and how it is the culmination of all the past perfect moments leading your life to that and this and every single momentary revelation. How the same is possible calculated from your death bed – backwards in time’s sphere of linearity (What the fuck?).

So for all those who revel in their imagination – you see yourself at the very moment backwards and forwards in time’s illusory sphere.

My mind does not belong to me, it is developing based on its own necessity, How come the mind has a mind of its own? Where it craves state after state of some form of contentment or imaginary satisfaction. How does the I fit into this plan, holding everything together through mental ropes. How the feeling of the individual ego gets hooked onto the evolutionary miracle of the brain (and its continuous advancement)

You and I cannot fathom the expanse of the universe of our own mind. It pales the external world in comparison. It is grandeur of inner space. It can imagine visualize and create. Worlds and these invisible to describe (yet scientifically entertained) emotions. It can create ecstasy and faith. Hope and acceptance of this causal powerful life and its fate.

Surely the mind has a mind of its own. Without a doubt it smiles to my self and I see that it doesn’t mind. Sharing the inner space with the false dawning of the I. Which surely does not control the needs and wants of the mind. Neither can it be accredited with everything this beautiful organ and life design can in turn create.

The I experience can only be a witness to this wonderful evolution that is the brain. Working and thinking. Creating memories and future backward entireties. Live’s and after Lives – all the beautiful fascinating creation of the mind. It is beyond words (for that too is created from itself). After all the mind is the creator of the feeling and experience of I too is it not?

How then can we keep ourselves or the notion of I-ness as grander than this simple 2 kg organ which creates our existence, makes us witness as it evolves and creates inner/outer scapes for the amusement of its own self.

IS this not the collective mind? The minds of organic beings creating a unified world – which they share in whichever mood or feeling they exist in or wish to see. What a concept of the mind, and the I just witnesses itself and the mind feeds it the deception – of its eternal existence. When it will die over a period of time, the mind deteriorates and it leaves the I crumbling and unsure of its self. This is death, the final union of the mind into the invisible energy taking its course.

Peace

Lotus Pond

 

Mist was clearing up and the morning dew settled on every pore of every leaf. There was a secret mire in between the thick jungle. Where it was located was debatable; it was a secret to the perception of anything outside it. The lotus pond was a delight to any life form which became a part of it.

I delighted on walking aimlessly inside the thick jungle space and coming across this beautiful sight. It took my breath away to say the least. There was a flurry of activity from the birds perched looking at me intruding in their private space. Their heaven on earth, and all I could do was watch and hear in awe of what nature holds to those who venture towards it with respect and inclusiveness.

The lotus pond was not very big; it was almost in a heart shape if one could see it from the eagle’s eye. The edges were reminiscent of a mire – full of fungi and algae and as one (if one could) walk through them, one would reach the blessed water untouched by anyone with an evil eye! I too, perched myself on the edges and contemplated on the sublime beauty of what was held. The pond was covered on all sides by thick lush green jungle trees, some were bushes and the others were more than a century old. The trees fed from this secret lake were exuding in their natural beauty. The peace was all resounding.

The day was covered in mist till late and the sun could not shine, the monsoons had started and I could feel the rain in the air, there was a cool breeze once a while which alleviated the humidity and set the spirit free. I was wondering where I had landed up and in that instant through the corner of my eyes – all I could see was a figure much like me, it was meandering in and out; near and far away from the other side; edge of the beautiful lotus pond. And as I tilted my head in disbelief; the figure merged with the greenery. I could not see who would be so deep in the jungle; reclusive like myself. In search of the unfathomable?

Maybe it was a question of sanity (and the lack of it). Many weeks of jungle walking had lead me to this serenity, and it could be that it was taking its toll. I was not averse to spending time alone, and more often than not enjoyed every such opportunity. But man’s gene speak something else. In this thick natural part of the country – who could say what games the mind could play to bring it back to some form of social entity? I walked slowly and cautiously – on the periphery of the beautiful pond – to where I thought I saw another human being. What I saw was not really reality?

Athena was her name, or that is what she said in my head. A figure of dark, with darker hair and height almost one and half times mine; elegant and poised she rested sitting cross legged near the mire meditating on a divine lotus which had floated kind of near the edges (maybe floated in love with her). I grew scared with the clear audio-visual hallucinations which had started up in me. I had surely lost touch with my so called reality; perhaps it was overwhelming to see green blue water oasis covered with shrubbery. Perhaps it was disturbing to leave my solid life behind to seek the very unknown on the crust of earth. Perhaps it had all taken a toll, this half mendicant life – which really did not seek a purpose for its journey. Athena is my name, and you are dearest to my heart. You are a lotus like no other, waiting to dissolve. I feel as your tender heart does, but to tell you the truth, you are clearly not ready?

She spoke again in my head, and I moved past the thick dense shrubs and tree branches overhanging. Many birds now spoke their presence of danger in unison in live wild coo-ing. I knew what i was headed towards was a figment of my imagination and suddenly I fell in between the cracks of the lake and fell head deep indeed!

The lake had seeped like a mire to places beyond its known see able periphery, and as I had walked towards the meditating figure, I had not seen this clearly. I made quite a noise falling and screaming perhaps and this is the first time Athena looked directly at me, or so I imagined. The water was cold – refilled by probably the last rain (which was a day before). My rags of clothes were completely wet and I drowned inside the murky lake. I tried to swim up but I could not, there was something which was pulling me downwards – something stuck in my leg – perhaps the root of a flower or plant or an animal unheard of. What a fine day and way to die, looking at a figure non existent and then curiosity reeks the lie. The water was freezing is what I felt last and then my collective unconscious took away any other damning emotions towards the dark.

I woke up sitting cross legged and wet, I opened my eyes (or so I felt) and saw Athena touching my third eye and feeling my hair intermittent. She exuded so much love, something which my sad life could never feel in its years since birth. I looked down and saw myself naked and sitting on a beautiful lotus; I felt that many a nights had passed since I was my previous prior self.

Athena walked around me, covered in a robe of some sort – she looked like none other from the human species seen so far, tall and slender, wide eyed and pretty. Stern and omniscient – I really did not know where I had landed up. Perhaps a spirit of nature or an archetype from my mind. I do not know who she was other than perhaps the saver of my fruitless senseless life.

After circling me quite a time, she saw on my side, she now touched with a finger of hers – the broken bent heart of mine. Speaking in my head – clearing all my doubts.

I am Athena, speak of me as you wish, do not fear or feel embarrassed and yes I saved your life in this day and time. You can call me a spirit or entity; nothing in vocabulary can describe my nature just like yours. I am a part of this beautiful pond and no perception enters without consent of us here and now.

I am here for I am a secret which must be preserved and not destroyed (and something told me that humans was something which the pond or herself were averse to, then why was I kept alive). I am nature and I am out of this world – literally. I have made this my home and see that you feel the very same.

I was baffled; how could she speak in my head, how could she be not of this earth, was this a joke or some sort of divine humor? Something which was cursing my fate in this lotus lake?

Blossom little child, as I told you – keep your fear and doubts at bay. I am from the depths of the collective mind, travelling and settling to meditate on peace where required. Yes you have been called and you decided to travel in time – here to this serene secluded lake where only the chosen ones come to recline!\

The rain started patting my naked back and the trees started briskly moving hither-tither with the rain so profound – it was as if nature was conceding to the truth this fictional entity was giving without even speaking. The language vague and unheard of; and yet so clear in its intent every time. I was overwhelmed. I let go – and she kissed my heart and embraced me (and it felt like once more)

I am from a star very much away in distance and thought – I come here once so often and seek the worthy to come sit on the lotus – which you have now done so. I seek the worthy of heart and love; who give their mental attentions away to accept everything the universe and life offers with grace (How could she know me so very well).

Yes I know of pain and suffering and of what you all here have faced but to tell you – this is a mirage like the one you saw before encountering this lake. The lotus underneath me was glistening in wild love – and I was feeling its embrace too; the energy took me over and as Athena spoke in my mind – I embraced her gently without even realizing why.

The first time I saw her face – so petite yet elongated – she was definitely not humanoid. She was telling the truth – she was from somewhere else. But why here? Why saving me… She exuded this warmth through her body which I have never ever felt in another living thing. It perhaps first time showed me what being truly alive felt like. I could never forget that moment, and I now stood up from the lotus and as I stepped across the disguised mire (which I could not see earlier); i saw how in reality the mire extended – secret to human eyes – it was miles and miles in radius perhaps – and the trees all floating on it were blossoming – with wide colorful lotus flowers. This was a secret realm – where magic was alive. I understood for the first time – how every single reclusive thought and action and intent of mine was purposeful in bringing me in contact with this beauty alive. The mire and its protector (this strange pretty alien who talked in my mind).

She spoke now through her petite lips – yet I could not decipher through my ears what the language could be; she spoke and I was hypnotized. I forgot about the fact that I was standing on a liquid surface like the trees and athena herself. The mire was shining as the rain drops kept falling. The lotus all around so colourful kept calling and I no longer was afraid!

She told me that I was called here by this intelligent design – the lotus pond held all in kind. There was going to be a deep time of change and insensitivity where those who acted against the intelligent design of their creator (their selves) would perish and those who kept humility and love in their hearts would be saved for a life again on this planet and maybe even the next?

I coiled in horror for i thought she was telling me that her kind were going to destroy life on earth – and she recoiled too – for she understood at once that I had not understood – No you do not know what I know of she said softly – The earth is grand and wise and so are you – there have been many a time I have interjected through this secret lake – to save mankind and the like – but this time it is different – there will be no interjection from my side – this time you will take my intent for the entire kind. Your kind

I asked in my mind – what can I do, and what do we need to save ourselves from? Is this the truth which you speak or am I being misled into slavery towards the lake? She told me in silent words – ever speaking in a language which I could not understand – No; The lake here is to protect all kinds of life – it is a noah’s ark if you may say so – for this planet and at a certain time in the past – even for creatures from other planets – I too am have been saved from the destruction of my planet so far in dimension by the calling of this lake – as how ; now it has called your heart to itself. It calls to the devoted and love lorn – so you may now show your world where the lake rests (in some form) that it is worth to change oneself and the non-instinctual feelings and thoughts for the grander plan. To be oneself as one is always. Without fear and dismay, with love and one-ness and the ability to give up control and have faith in the intelligent design if one may so say.

There was a lull in the rain; now only intermittently pitter pattering on the tree tops. Athena looked up and I could see a single ray of pure white sun light falling on her face and silhouette for the first time in the day (or days – depending on how long I was off inside the marsh). Her face was the sign of divinity! The first thing to be seen~

I feel changed – I told her through my lips, I feel that you have done something to me, my being is lighter than usual. She smiled and pointed at the lotus I was sitting on, and said; that is what has changed, in the morning when you fell – there was no lotus there – and now where you sit is the blossoming. A matter of time and fate I would say; and then she picked me up (I would have underestimated her power), she lifted me up with my shoulders and I saw her beautiful face better than now ever before. Her pout and gaze, her lively eyes and sultry face. She lifted my spirits more than my body; and told me to go back to wherein from I came.

You have been enlightened but it is only half complete. I was quizzed? What do you mean, I do not understand. Your self is now raw; half baked. Your energy is clear of all the impending dirt that keeps the truth and clarity at bay; but even this is only half the measure – for when you now venture into your destructive illusive world – you will meet people who you could not fathom live and died in such a pathetic way. Your energy will attract all of them to you and you will speak to them about a mystical lake. A mire where the beautiful lotus grow. A pond where the dirt is washed away; where what remains is what must remain.

They will look at you strange; and take you for a fool. You will pay no heed and spread cheer none the less. This is the other half of the process of enlightenment. This is the completion of your story. Then you will return once again. At the end of your life time. You will look different then, but you will find me waiting for you. I will be watching your every move. This lake will be your guide and master for all purposes forever. Your work is now to begin. Your end will be complete.

Saying this, in less than a blink of an eye (and I did not bling my eyelid even once looking at her all the while). She just merged into the surroundings – and all I saw were beautiful reclusive lotuses growing everywhere. All colors and sizes; resplendent and not in arm’s length; I was amidst masters who had earlier like my humble self done the work of this lake (and entirety) and come back to take the place of beautiful lotus growing amidst the dirt.

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Peace

I met athena; the muse and goddess (of) in my dreams, she smiled though I could not see her face. She embraced me and my worldly dismays never bothered me. I did my work; the beautiful lotus ponds work till one fine day, I took the pilgrimage back to the source. Without a single trace; I returned to where I belonged.

 

 

 

 

Ruining of Rachakonda

Dust covered paths, meandering in between olden rocks and shrubbery. Walking brisk and ever so softly. Looking out for the odd chameleon changing colors, looking back in caution and awe. I make my way towards the ruins of another past civilization now hidden from the public's eye. (and in India - that is quite a feat, as the public of 1.2 billion people is everywhere!)
Only to be found for those who want to be in ruins themselves, ruining alive. 

The mid day heat is fierce and it is burning a hole in my back. 
I have not brought a cap (though I remember as always that I have a perfect military cap nestled in the safety of my closet back home!) nor any sunscreen - too much melanin already in my skin to handle the Indian sun this day.
My thoughts disappear with the advent of my thirst. I remain solitary and satisfied, with my keen eye looking out for a ruined surprise. 

I climb higher, walk slower and reach the oasis of the past culture. I sit under the ancient tree and look at the dust gathering on the broken down pieces of history. It seems futile; why I am here - almost a compulsive need to reconnect with our broken past. Alone midst wilderness and the vibes of the days and eons gone by. I feel like a relic myself after a while; ruining myself another time around. 

It was always my intent to be an anthropologist; to connect and reconnect the mysterious nature of man, and his intense purpose to connect with a higher god. All dimensions unfold as I walk in the mid day heat; the burning sensation has now passed followed by a nihilistic thirst to find rest and shade. The trees provide the same, but the purpose of being here in the lonely desert-ish day... My shadow has become stronger than my physical self. I can see the mirages coming closer. There is no respite when you are ruin;ed in the first place. 

I find an ancient kingdom, tucked inside the shrubs and weeds. The pains and memories of an age gone by. It makes my nostalgic almost - my life holds no significance, when entire civilizations wiped out; their stories not recounted, their lives tucked in a void of no care. 

What of the aspirations and hope of this so called globalized society (to be immortalized through e commerce and waste) That which now plagues to wipe the entire planet out. What if we were to be not remembered at all. Do we entitle ourselves to such a right. I damned well believe so.
I step quietly and restfully into the arms of a place unknown. The ethereal vibrations are almost alive. 
Rachakonda a quiet hill - cursed over 300 years by a woman and the entire hill fort fell into ruins. The palace which once probably spanned across couple of these beautiful worn down Deccan hills is now so desolate, that apart from a few wicked looking monkey families (which are following me quietly). There is nothing and no one around. 
The curse was strong perhaps - for I feel the entire hill pulsate with the worn and burned energy. 
Anthropology was not quite the quest to find what was abandoned - but perhaps what was never revealed to anyone without keen eye in the first place. 
There are many baolis / water holes and its a respite in this burning heat and yet I do not see any snakes or small creatures coming to take comfort. There is something awfully wrong goes my gut feeling. There is no one on any of the adjacent hills and after spending half a day walking and looking around for the left overs of what was once great, I am greatly concerned. 
While walking from one hill to another - I hear voices speak in the shrubbery (voice of a middle aged man/men). They are speaking in telugu and I am not able to hear who is saying what. Initially there is but one voice which perhaps multiples to two and then again back to one. It is saying something like Who are you - Why are you here. I do not know telugu enough to make out what is exactly being said, but i get startled and stand there for someone to emerge to rob me or confront. Yet there is no visual movement in front or anywhere around me. I feel a bit uncomfortable now; feel like leaving this remote isolated place now. I climb down, and the voice climbs down with me. In between I hear some statements, and I am thoroughly baffled and scared in the day. I take my knife out and clench it between my fingers. I am taking a warriors stand - perhaps the last requirement for a complete ruining. 
It was as if, someone on that hill did not want me to see the ruins in peace - and this is not the first time I have got that feeling either. As if whenever and wherever something has disappeared into the void - there is a leftover (almost the same with the human life/body) and this leftover aggressively takes possession of what was once almost breathing; alive!?

I leave the place quickly post the mid day sun. The place alive and breathing yet, I can see that. I feel disturbed yet almost on attention beyond any comparison. I feel ruined and alive midst the sweat pouring through. 

Peace

Projection

A drop that I am, falling into the ocean. Drifting deeper into the unknown.

A part of the blessed whole, heart overfull and some more.

Inside the ocean flowing from my very own eyes.

World has come to the last day; and when am I going to drown in the divine nectar of lord of the heart.

Sitting on kusa grass, looking at the northern sky. With the lion and deer in the background; and the yellow green fire of universe burning bright in the foreground.

There is no confusion; There is never any bliss as There is never any remorse. The beauty of life is that its beyond the impermanent Sorrow and momentary joys.

The projection of the nihil self is now complete. God created and slavery unjust for the meek. I remain at your blessed feet; consciousness marrying itself to experience the innocence of itself in perfect amnesia.

How We have searched each drop of every ocean - for the one who can reclaim oneself as the chosen one, who can develop humanity's intense need to dissolve its false individual identity.

One cannot be left alone and not fall stark raving mad, One cannot be the Atman and be in the body; these lies have ruined humanity and of course me. You and I are the kissed, in the milky ocean of this universe by Shiva the lord savior of destroying false identity.

Feeding your love into relentless molded universe. Sitting and looking blankly at the sky, showered his kindred love for the lovers sitting praying for his trident sign.